The Son of Neptune, page 183.
Percy and Reyna.
I do not own these characters, credit to Rick Riordan and the Heroes of Olympus titles.
..."The point is, Percy, you are the real power on this quest. You are a seasoned veteran. I've seen what you can do." She paused, if Percy didn't know any better, he might have thought she said that with a sense of admiration, something he thought was uncharacteristic of the praetor. She continued. "A son of Neptune wouldn't have been my first choice, but if you return successfully from this mission, the legion might be saved. The praetorship will be yours for the taking. Together, you and I could expand the power of Rome. We could raise an army and find the Doors of Death, crush Gaea's forces once and for all. You would find me a very helpful...partner."
She said the final word openly, as if letting Percy choose his own definition of a 'partner' in their circumstances. Her glistening eyes inspected him, carefully watching for his next move. Feeling her stare roll over him was enough to make him shudder a little, her gaze bringing far more power than most he had encountered since waking up, rivalling even the Goddess Hera herself.
He cleared his throat, determined for his voice not to break in trepidation.
"I am grateful for the offer, truly Reyna, but..." His words tumbled into a low, unintelligible mumble as Reyna's fingers glanced over the hilt of her dagger, lifting it ever so slowly up to her eyes to inspect it non-chalantly, before lowering it slightly with one finger on each end of the weapon.
"Being a praetor is a difficult role, Percy," she said, carelessly flicking the blade of her dagger around in patterns, rolling her wrist from side to side. "It can be a lonely one, too." Her eyes looked full of sadness, making Percy sympathize for the independent Roman. Percy had assumed Reyna had feelings for Jason, who had disappeared some time ago, but Reyna seemed to imply isolation from the rest of the camp - which Percy didn't find hard to believe. Reyna was, and took pride in being, intimidating, and that isn't something he thought too many cocky Roman legionnaires would consider ideal, especially if they feared that any approach they made would result in their timely demise to the hands - or, mouths - of the metallic Great Danes that stuck by her side.
Swallowing hard, Percy tried his best to stay composed. "That's a shame, Reyna, and I understand what you're saying, but I don't want power. I don't think I even belong here. The way the Lares look at me like an outsider, the way Octavian labelled me a traitor, I just don't think I would be a good fit." Percy was sure she didn't expect to be denied, and expected her to be incredibly insulted, but instead she just sighed inwardly.
"Boys..." She grumbled. Her face dropped downwards, as did her hands, and she placed the dagger on the table and stared at it blankly, not lifting her gaze to match Percy's. "What is it I do wrong?" She mumbled a list of complaints about how hard she tries but never succeeds to herself quietly, and Percy was silently stunned. The praetor was more lonely than she let on. For as bad as he felt, Percy wanted to be as kind as possible to her, and attempted to mutely remove himself from the praetor chair he sat in, before Reyna's gaze lifted back up to look Percy straight in the eyes. To Percy's surprise, her eyes seemed to be watering. Oh dear, he thought to himself, even the most respected demigods can be lovesick.
"Please, don't leave. I need you by my side. I can't dictate this camp by myself, not like this. Every time I speak to that senate, that bastard Octavian makes me look like a fool. I can't handle it Percy. I need someone to rely on, and I have no other options but you. You would be doing this camp a huge favour, and you be rewarded handsomely." Her words crushed Percy's chest, and his heart made him feel pitiful, almost guilty. Never in a thousand years did he expect her to lay down what she felt in such a way, and it made Percy feel awful. He tried to speak but the right words didn't come.
A few moments of silence. Reyna broke it. She looked back at the table.
"It's fine I suppose, if you don't want the responsibility. I can settle for the Son of the War God, or the Pluto child. I wonder how the rest of the camp will react, with either of the two most mocked legionnaires by my side. But it's no matter. They aren't the best candidates, but I will have to compromise. Who am I kidding? This legion is already a mockery. I am a failure. No eagle, a cursed cohort, and-"
She stopped abruptly as Percy placed his hand on top of hers, and held it there, warming to the feeling of hers underneath his. Her eyes expanded dramatically, still tearing slightly. She tried to speak, but like Percy, she lost her words. Instead, she just smirked and laughed to herself a little for a second, unsure if what was happening was genuine. But it was. Her eyes met his, and Percy smiled to her, gently placing a second hand over hers. Reyna was tense and wary, almost scared to trust herself.
"Percy..." she began to say, flustered, but was interrupted as he carefully pulled her out of her chair by her hand and towards him. Slightly alarmed at first, Reyna allowed herself to be moved, and edged closer to the Son of Neptune. She could feel a swarm of butterflies flutter within her.
"Don't beat yourself up," Percy slowly told her. "I may have woken up with only a couple things I could recall, but one of those things is that I am damn sure I haven't met a demigod quite as tough as you." With that, he cautiously lifted his hand to her cheek and swept away the tear that had been beginning to roll down it. She didn't object. Instead, she breathed a heavy sigh and relievedly met his hand with her own. They brought it down so that both of there hands were interwined, now holding hands, watching eachother in curiousity. Reyna's heart was working overtime, she had never felt like this; this appreciated, this cared for. Percy was scared, but he wouldn't let her see that; he didn't want to go too far too soon. In the agonizingly long moment they shared, Percy could help but see the humour in the situation. Two well respected demigods to the legion, totally helpless in eachothers embrace.
Tension whistled between them. A careful smile played at the corners of Reyna's lips, as another tear dropped off her face, totally forgotten about now. Her issues of isolation, every pressing issue in her mind, seemed to be swept under the carpet just for this advancement.
Percy's mind and heart tormented him. Do something, you imbecile.
The romantic mind games had begun. Who would move first, and how? The tension was palpable. He glanced down at their hands, and decided to make the first move. With tender care, he gradullly pulled her in more, inching closer and closer, eyes never leaving hers. Reyna felt like a lost explorer, holstering no experience with anything of this nature. But she was eager to find out how, especially with someone she admired so highly.
Then it all happened at once. Both of them seemed to click. Percy pulled her towards him and onto the chair in a gentle and loving motion and Reyna found herself happily straddled on his lap, legs either side of the chair, upper body forward to press against his. Their lips met and embraced as if they had been doing it for centuries. She raised both hands to his face, caressing his neck and his hair while they kissed in blind, loving passion. Percy's hands found her hips and rubbed elegantly up the sides of her body, exploring and adoring every curve they found. Pulling away for a moment, Reyna let herself breathe heavily, her eyes not leaving Percy's for a mere second. The flirtatious grin on his face grew wider and he returned the fiercely eager exchange. Her lips were like the pillows a God would rest on, and her fragrence allured of a homely vanilla scent. Wandering in embrace, he smoothed over her backside with his left hand, lustily rubbing everything her body had on show. Reyna's inexperience became evident as she broke the kiss and breathed a little shakily at his touch on her rear.
"Is this okay?" whispered Percy to ease her into the new experience. With a moments hesitation, she replied by kissing him deeper, more passionately, nothing to lose. Percy's spare hand slowly came up to her upper back and fiddled at the clip of her elegant purple cloak, liberating it from her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground beside them. Bodies together, expressing desire, Reyna felt herself getting a little hot inside. Not wanting to be bested, she playfully tugged at the base of his camp shirt, teasingly raising it up to his chest with her forefinger, letting her digit drag it upwards, feeling at his rough-cut torso and firm chest all the while. She found it hard to kiss with a smile tugging at her lips. The smell of the seaside relaxed her as she inhaled the manly fragrance he emitted.
Arousal growing, Percy effortlessly unclipped her praetor breastplate and slipped it from between them, adding it to the pile of attire lost in their encounter beside them. Breaking the kiss, he inspected her beautiful body and longed to see more, temptingly pulling at the base of her shirt the same way she did his. She was shy in her lack of practise, but she knew exactly what to do. She reached down to meet his hands, and ever so slowly began to lift her shirt, exposing inch by inch the marvellous tanned skin of her bare body. Percy could feel himself growing more enticed, arousal growing uncomfortable in his jeans. He'd need to fix that, but not before Reyna's agonizing teasing ceased. His hands were fixed firmly on her ass, holding it tight like a prize.
Taking her time, she lifted the shirt furthermore, until the very bottom of her bra was visible. Rosy red cheeks and clumsy hands told their own story, and Percy knew she was noticeably nervous. She hadn't done anything like this before, and she was surprised at herself for getting this far without making a mistake. Putting on a false show of confidence was a talent of hers. But she knew she was in caring arms, and knew she could trust Percy. Peeling the shirt over her breasts, she blushed as Percy grinned like a happy puppy. Throwing away another casualty of love, the shirt hit the floor and their lips crashed back together, body on body. Percy's hands explored the uncharted parts of her body, rubbing at her sides and running his hand smoothly over the right side of her bra. With careful fingers, he gently rubbed at her breast, making little patterns of Greek letters on the pink concealing garment.
Definitely a winning move, as Reyna found herself stifling a moan in the breathes between kisses.The butterflies inside of her frenzied at every minor touch, adoring every second of the foreign concept of love-making. He rubbed at her chest a little faster, doubling the affect, and being the catalyst of an audible moan ringing out from her lips, echoing the expanse of the room. The thrill of what they were doing made her antsy, nervously looking around the room for any intruders. Thankfully she thought, there were alone, no senate or audience was watching her now.
More insistently she tugged at his shirt, clearly not wanting to be the only one exposed. Pulling away for mere moments, Percy wasted no time in removing his shirt and revealing the stern chest Reyna had been patient enough in desire to appreciate. Tightly pressed together in the praetor chair, they couldn't help but be amused at everything that was happening, even going as far to laugh with one another. Reyna couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she were seen now. The outrage, the scandal of it. It only seemed to turn her on more.
Lips sparring and saliva mixing, Reyna noticed what she failed to feel before, the tent-peg she so blissfully ignored, right underneath her. Peering downwards, she tentitively cradled the caged monument between her fingers, anxiety flying high inside of her as she apprehensively rubbed at the clothed tip between her thumb and forefinger. She was certain Percy knew she was making it up as she went along and honestly just guessing at what was the right thing to do, but if he knew, he didn't care, as his expression was unmistakable pleasure.
"Mmhm, Reyna, please..." His words slurred, drunk on lust. "You're such a tease." All the assurance she needed to continue. A little harder now, she smoothed over the covered head of his erection and blushed as a small, manly groan left his lips. A strange feeling built inside of her, and she couldn't exactly put a word to it. Desire? Pride? Relief? What she was certain of, was that she was pleasuring Percy, and that drove her crazy inside. The feeling of heat picked up and she could feel herself becoming noticably aroused. She wickedly grinned at him, eyes fixed on the rising rock beneath her. Unexpectedly, she felt contact on her own sex, and yelped a little as Percy slowly ran his finger along her clothed nethers. Her cheeks must have been engulfed in a flurry of cherry red, because Percy read her expression and laughed a little to himself. Shutting him up, she locked her lips back onto his own and, with growing confidence, leisurely pulled down the front of his rough, navy camp jeans to expose his plain briefs and bulging piece. Her eyes lit up at the sight, and the butterflies that had already been frenzied, seemed to double their efforts. Was she light-headed? The anxiety of it all, the fact she was doing so well, and that he hadn't turned her down, was proving all too much for her. He cared about her, held her with respect but also passion, and found her attractive even if she acted as though she were superior. She felt like her heart was going to burst.
"That look, you're so cute when you pull that face..." He said in bated breath. Blushing furiously, she tried her best to frown at him.
"I am the opposite of cute, Percy Jackson." She said, trying to maintain her status, but even she didn't buy it. Percy just laughed to himself.
"Whatever you say, Praetor," He chimed in afterwards. She might have reacted, if he didn't pull them back into a rough-loving kiss. Confident now, she pealed the boxers casually back, and let his shaft spark to freedom. She didn't look down, but she could tell he was rather, 'blessed', as she felt the extent of it against her naked skin as she lay atop of him in the praetor chair. Easing himself in relief, Percy sunk fully into the chair in comfort and broke the kiss.
"You sure about this?" He asked neutrally, just to be entirely sure she was comfortable. With a glance downwards, Reyna gulped a little at his piece - it was bigger than she expected it to be, 8 inches at least. But she wasn't backing out now. The romance blossoming between them was about to reach a high note. With casual tempo, she gently removed herself from the stradled position on his lap, and teasingly left a trail of tiny kisses down from his neck, along the length of his torso, and down towards the length of his piece. Her eyes bored into his, studying his face as she moved. She couldn't afford to fuck what she'd do next up.
Reyna hadn't sucked a dick before, nor had she made out with a boy before, nor had she even been touched in the ways they did, but this was a time of firsts for Reyna, and she was craving to add another first to that list. Taking a moment, she ran her eyes up and down his member in curiousity, before warily motioning for first contact. At the touch of her fingers, it twitched a little, and she felt herself almost yelp. Embarrassing for a praetor. What would her mother think of this? Pushing away the intrusive thought she winced a little to herself before progressing.
"Something wrong?" Percy said, a hint of impatiene tugging at every syllable. She glanced up and shook her head, taking the silent message and readying herself again. Again, she stroked at his shaft with elegant light touches, barely touching the smooth skin of the side with the back of her fingers. Up and down in agonizing slow caress, she repeated this for a few moments before switching to grasp the shaft in her palm, and then up and down once more. Percy let a tiny groan out under his breathe, making the blushing red colour flood back to her cheeks. Get a hold of yourself, Reyna, her thoughts complained. Increasing tempo gradually, she continued the handjob with growing confidence and undoubted growing arousal, feeling herself becoming slightly wet in her camp jeans. A wicked thought came to her head. Abruptly she took her hand away from his piece, and took her time in getting to her feet, smiling with her textbook flirtatious eyes evermore. Looking slightly confused, Percy inspected her body, and was about to say something before she turned around, giving him the full angle of her backside. Looking over her shoulder, hair hanging over one side of her face, she bit her lower lip with a grin as she tauntingly began to pull down her jeans, ever so slowly, giving Percy the full tease. Shifting her hips from side to side as she went, she pulled the back of her beige jeans far enough to expose her toned, round ass and matching pink panties.
This was just a one-off and I don't intend to continue this scene unless it gets good feedback. Sorry if the ending seems abrupt, but this is my first "make-out" scene and essentially a throwaway. Let me know what you thought.
Thanks for reading.
